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Discrepancies
We are; but nothing.
Just another parasite.
Just another calamity.
Our propensities
create our sepulchers.
Existence becomes a
declivity.
An alacrity to receive.
Receive affliction, despondency.
Euphoria becomes drollery;
impervious to our deteriorated
Souls.
We are; but, we are nothing.
What is our province?
If our minds speak only—
of lurid existence.
ahhh nothing like a language
ahhh nothing like a language rich piece to get you thinking! I love how the 'bigger' words encompass a whole world of concise meaning... those that know these words and call them at will have a very sharp definition of the world! thankyou for this intense piece Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."